Samandriel shook his head. "It's too late for vampire blood. Just...new scars. They pull a little still." Taking a slow, steadying breath, the former angel stepped back, turned around and shrugged out of his open shirt so that Mitchell could take a good look at the long pair of angled scars running most of the length of his back. He hadn't been lying when he said that a kind touch was a new thing. The wounds had healed, but not as well as they might have under someone who was more invested in tending to him and not just shoving him out the door as soon as possible.